Love rushed into my veins emptying me of myself. Now filled with the Beloved my only possession is my name.
Dancing is not just getting up painlessly, like a leaf blown on the wind; dancing is when you tear your heart out and rise out of your body to hang suspended between the worlds.
That hurt we embrace becomes joy. Call it to your arms where it can change.
This is enough was always true. We just haven't seen it.
Today, let us swim wildly, joyously in gratitude.
Joy lives concealed in grief.